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Mey-Rin and Finnian were feeling out of sorts, now, having been informed of the change of plans. They, along with their master, would be staying here until Sebastian was well enough to travel- but no one seemed to know exactly how long that would take. Neither of the two servants were entirely sure of what to do with themselves; no one had mentioned that they should do any work around here, but staying here without actually doing any work was very strange indeed.
Fretting slightly, Mey-Rin paced inside of the room she'd been given. As a female, she wasn't sharing a room with a man who wasn't married, even if said man was Finnian and he seemed mostly like a child with his exuberant smiles and taking happiness in such a simple thing as being allowed outside. Her muted magenta hair had been taken down and redone as a simple ponytail, since there was clearly not going to be any fighting, at least not for the immediate future.
The only thing she knew for sure was what the master had told her, but Mey-Rin wasn't ready to let her guard down so quickly. She hadn't overcome the difficult life she'd lived before coming to work for the master for nothing, after all. Her eyes were a very strange color, seemingly the shade of burnt orange. No one Mey-Rin had met so far had eyes any near as unique as her own, save for the ones she'd met who were not human; Sebastian possessed red eyes, while Claude had golden eyes, which were a much brighter hue than her own.
Mey-Rin's guns were still stashed away beneath her skirt, strapped to her thighs beneath the dark material. When she finally got tired of just standing around here and doing nothing at all, she opened the door and stepped into the hallway. It was too weird to be treated like a guest instead of a servant, and she really hadn't any idea at all how a guest, especially a noble, should behave. Seeing Finnian standing out in the hall as well when she left her room, she wasn't very surprised. He hated being indoors, absolutely loathing it for the most part.
"Doing at all right?" Mey-Rin asked him, still speaking with her assassin personality and not the one she used every day. "Where did our young master and everyone else go, Finny?" She saw the slight shrug of his shoulders, as he turned to look at her.
"Earl Trancy took him upstairs so Master Ciel could get a change of clothes and a set of pajamas, seeing as how Master Ciel didn't bring any clothes with him," Finnian replied, a little spooked by how differently Mey-Rin seemed now compared to how she usually was. "Hannah is cooking dinner right now; I was... Well, I was wondering if I ought to go offer to help her. Being as I'm a servant also and it doesn't feel right letting her do everything..."
"Yes, especially since the person who would normally help her is taking care of Mr. Sebastian," Mey-Rin mused, biting her lower lip thoughtfully. "Let's see if she wants some help; if not, at least we did make the offer. I feel a bit silly, as if I'm supposed to play acting a noble or something, just standing around here with nothing to do."
Grinning at her slightly, his smile lit up Finnian's face in a very adorably young expression. "Of course, we'd be delighted with time off if we were back at home," he wistfully replied, though he wasn't being serious. They did get plenty of time off, even with their assignments from Sebastian. "But then we'd have to be tending to Mr. Sebastian and it sounds like Earl Trancy's Butler is the best one for that job..."
Inwardly smiling at how innocent Finnian looked, Mey-Rin was reminded that despite his past, he'd managed to put it all behind him. He was quite young, being younger than her, but there was also something inside of him that showed he hadn't been scarred inside the way she had been, the way she knew their young master was, when he had nightmares and how he depended upon Sebastian.
Walking together, the two Phantomhive servants managed to find the kitchen, without getting lost or injured along the way, though Mey-Rin was definitely not used to being without her glasses. Without them, her extremely strong eyes had her focusing on something other than what she was looking for; not what was right in front of her, but more along the lines of what was further back upon the wall.
